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Borderlands -Bullymong Blight-

Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Cidius

The atmosphere was thick, thicker than anywhere else on Pandora. Heavy clouds hung above Mount Hellsfont, feeding on the eridium ash being spewed out of the liquid rock slagma. Every so often the air would tremble from the flashes of blue lightning in the clouds and the ground would tremble from the constant churning of molten eridium beneath the surface. The clouds were so thick that the height of day was little more than a hazy twilight while the depth of night was kept bright by the glow of the volcano, the slagma and the eridium. It was a blight on the land - The Eridium Blight.

Ever since the first vault had been opened, Pandora had turned into an eridium manufacturing machine. The planet was producing the element in immense quantities, but no single location had produced more than the Blight. It had been for that reason that Hyperion had moved into the area. They carved into the craggy rocks and pulled out a new fortune in precious ore... or at least they had.

With rumors of Handsome Jack's defeat, the Eridium Blight had gone quiet... even quieter than the barren wasteland it had been before. Days passed with no sound drifting on the hot wind but the rumbles of the volcano, the squawks of the Rakk or the grunts of the Bullymong. It was desolate, hot and abominable... but the long silence came to an end as the Fast Travel station sprung to life.

The yellow and red box lifted up on its post before its panels began unfolding. Four digistruct emitters emerged from the sides as the main eye powered up. Blue, purple and white energy erupted from the emitters, building a person from the molecule up. Broad feet formed inside of battered black boots, leading up to thick stocky legs in black carbon fiber jeans. A wide shouldered torso came next, covered with three ammo belts over a tight purple T-shirt. The man's firm arms were scarred from combat but his right showed a skull and crossbones tattoo where the bones were actually a sniper rifle and a rocket launcher.

The last part of the man to form was his head atop a thick, muscled neck. He had a lantern jaw, thick brown mutton chops and his hair was shaved short on the sides and thick in the middle, creating a sort of fauxhawk. The man grunted as the process ended and the panel slid shut. It chirped gently as a blue holographic Pandora appeared above the planet, showing stick figures zipping from point to point.

Ivan blinked gently, his brown eyes adjusting to the light as his body adjusted to the atmosphere. It was hot, dry, dusty... and quite unsettling... but for the moment it was the least of his concerns. He looked down at his feet and legs, then his arms, checking for any errors in the digistructing of his body. It was extraordinarily dangerous to use a Fast Travel station without being on file from visiting in person first but Ivan had been left with few other options.

The traveler lifted his SMG and moved away from the fast travel station, taking stock of his location. He stepped up onto the lip of a Catch-A-Ride platform and spotted the terminal next to him. It seemed that he had arrived at an outpost set up on a cement dais, offering the weary traveler all of the amenities. Ammo and Health vending machines sat near by, there was a water tower... and even a massive statue of a man reading a book, though the metal had been corroded by the weather and the head of the statue had been severed.

Ivan looked at the decapitated statue for several moments before his eyes cast down to the red and yellow bulletin board set at its base. A small Hyperion emitter projected a holographic exclamation point, the indication of a job on the bounty board. It was the reason Ivan had come... in search of a job, of money, of a way to keep on living. Ivan was skilled with guns, so skilled he was one of a handful that could manage to double wield any two such weapons, but that came at a price... the price of bullets.

It seemed that every time Ivan got a lead on a treasure, someone else beat him to the punch... But not this time. Ivan was going to take on the jobs no one else would accept, Hyperion jobs. The company had been shunned for what it was doing to Pandora and looking around at the abandoned, rusted vans lying atop craggy bones and pock marked Earth, it was easy to see why... but there wasn't any rest for the wicked and Ivan needed money. He made his way over to the bounty board and tapped the hologram. It unfolded before him, unveiling the mission specifics.

"Are you interested in profit? Are you ambivalent to where it comes from? Do you lack a fear of death or scientific curiosity? Then Hyperion has a job for you!" A female voice declared in an all too pleasant tone, "Proceed to the assigned coordinates and activate the Hyperion Apparatus of Testing. Once the HAT is online, you will be provided with a monetary stipend on top of the more than generous experience you will gain doing so. In the event that you were born on Pandora, this mission briefing will be restated." The automated voice said. Ivan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms before him.

"Oh god..." he muttered.

"Go here, flip switch, get good money. Thank Hyperion." The woman said before the hologram snapped off. Ivan shook his head before he turned, moving for the Catch-A-Ride station. Money was money, even as insulting as Hyperion could be. ****

While it was hard to tell what time of day it was in the blight, the last rays of sunshine were fading away beneath the horizon, leaving the sky a reddish purple from the glow of the volcano and eridium. The only pure light came from the headlights of Ivan's outrunner as the purple and black craft rolled along the gravel hills. The tires spat out tiny chunks of brownish black volcanic rock in a spray behind the vehicle, adding grit to the soft hum of the electric engine.

Ivan kept checking his head's up display, watching the waypoint grow closer... but as he narrowed in on his target, there was a brief warning of a red blip before his outrunner was tumbling. The sudden impact caused Ivan to grunt, but he soon realized he was headed for a great crevice in the rock. Ivan jumped out of the runner, lunging to the side before it went tumbling down... apparently into the nest of several more unsavory beasts. The gunzerker slowly turned to face the enemy that had tackled his runner.

The beast was massive, as long front to back as his car. It was a creature of muscle and girth, possessing two legs and four arms. Each arm was as thick as Ivan's waist at its most narrow point. Four steely silver eyes gazed at him from beneath faintly red eyebrow ridges and a split lower jaw quivered, thick yellow saliva dripping down. The hot winds rippled through a mane of gray fur that ran down the beast's spine, but the rest of his body was as gray and black as the bedrock he lived in. Ivan looked at the huge creature, waiting for his head's up display to identify his target... and when it did he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Bonerfart?!" Ivan muttered to himself. He had gotten the HUD at discount, now he knew why... Someone had hacked the databank with ridiculous entries. Still, if life on Pandora had taught Ivan anything it was that nothing on Pandora wanted him alive. Ivan let out a howl as he tapped his belt, causing another gun to digistruct into his left hand. He hoisted both up and opened fire, sending a wave of bullets at the beast.

The Bonerfart let out a roar of rage as the bullets hit its tough flesh, but they didn't just pierce into him. As the bullets hit, they splintered and a mist of acid released, burning and crackling... while the other bullets crackled and snapped with bolts of electricity. The creature slammed its four fingered hands into the ground, clutched at a rock and hurled it at Ivan. With four arms, it managed to send off three boulders before the bullets were too much for it.

Ivan watched the creature topple to the ground in a lifeless heap, though the last boulder caught him in the shoulder. He fell backwards, skidding a few feet before he came to a stop with a slow grunt. Ivan rolled over and got up; looking around for any more threat... but once more he was alone. Ivan put his second gun away, his adrenaline rush gone. He moved over to the collapsed Bonerfart, reaching out to push it with his foot. The heap of meat shifted without any hint of life. Ivan felt reassured and decided to take a moment to correct his HUD.

The gunzerker pulled out the echo unit from his waist, flipping open the small panel. He looked around the interface before he nodded to himself, pressing the reset button. The echo reloaded its interface from flash memory, taking inventory of his ammunition and weapons before it reloaded the enemy database. Ivan glanced back to the creature that had collapsed before him, watching it register as a 'Bullymong' before it was classified as no longer a threat.

"There, that's more like it." Ivan said to himself. That was a name he could respect. Ivan glanced around before he ventured to the crevice edge, peeking over ever so slightly. Sure enough, several more Bullymong were down below... with the remains of his outrunner. The muscled beasts were wrestling the rubber tires from one another, the metal having been torn down to the framework. Ivan sighed. It seemed that he was going to be walking for a while.

Ivan turned and moved away from the crevice before any of the Bullymong noticed him, getting back on track. He glanced both ways before crossing the gravel hills on foot, trying to keep a low profile. Ivan found it a little funny, actually. He'd spent most of his adult life charging into enemy compounds and laying waste to anyone that dared cross him, riddling them all with bullets. He was forward and headstrong... but not here, not now. The last few creatures he came across were a sturdier sort and needed his full attention. It was enough to make even a brazen gunzerker a bit more cautious.

It took Ivan several minutes longer to traverse the hills on foot and even longer for him to find the small gully his waypoint was guiding him too, but at last he narrowed in on his target. His eyes scanned the surroundings for any evidence of the HAT he was looking for. He reached the end of the gully and looked around, then up, almost giving up before his foot hit something buried beneath the ash.

Ivan crouched down and reached into the ash, pushing it aside, uncovering a yellow metal circle with a seam splitting down the center. Near the bottom edge of the circle was a small red button pulsing with light. Deciding he was in the right place, Ivan pressed the button. The ground vibrated gently as hydraulic motors whirred to life. The metal cover split open and Ivan backed up, watching as a cylindrical electronic podium rose up. More panels rotated and popped open, revealing a large glowing teal lens and several more wires.

"Thank you for activating the Hyperion Apparatus of Testing. Updating systems..." The automated voice announced. Ivan began growing a bit nervous, watching his HUD, waiting for the money transfer.

"Come on..." he murmured.

"Initiating system uplink." The podium stated.

"Yes... Come on, give me the money." Ivan pleaded. The teal eye on the podium turned red as it began scanning. Ivan's HUD flickered and twitched as the information was uploaded from it. Ivan lifted his gun, feeling far less certain.

"Suitable target acquired. Beginning process." The podium stated. Ivan grunted in disdain and started backing up. As two front panels on the podium opened up to reveal tiny ports, Ivan wasn't going to take any more chances. He opened fire, sending a wave of bullets out. The acid in the bullets started to corrode the metal casing of the podium, eating away at its shell, but the podium was not helpless. It opened fire as well. A flurry of tiny darts erupted from the ports, hitting Ivan's shield. The air just beyond his skin fizzled with blue hexagons as the darts were stopped just shy of hitting him, toppling to the ground.

"Who's the badass now?" Ivan grinned.

"Counter measures detected. Compensating." The podium replied. Two tiny metal electrodes popped up from the top of the podium, sitting idle for only a second before a massive electrical charge jumped between the two points and then shot out at Ivan. Ivan let out a roar as his muscles went tight, his body reacting to the charge as his shields were drained. Once more the podium opened fire, hitting Ivan with several darts.

The metal tips pierced through his clothing and the inertia of coming to a sudden stop pumped the purple gel inside into the gunzerker. Ivan grabbed at them and pulled them out, stumbling away from the podium, making it out of the gully before he fell onto his hip, panting. He dropped the darts to the side, but it was already too late. He could feel his blood starting to boil, the heat of the volcanic area affecting him more. He panted and groaned, gazing up at the clouds as the brown drained out of his eyes, leaving them an unnatural silver.

Ivan rolled over onto his back, looking around before groaning sharply. His arms started to ache and throb, but beneath the pain they felt oddly good. He looked down, watching as his already impressive muscles started to grow more... His biceps, his triceps, every muscle began to bulge. The sleeves of his t-shirt stretched as thin as tissue paper before splitting open, fraying around the edges. His tattoo began to stretch, growing fainter but was still no less present. Ivan flexed his arms and suddenly felt drunk with pleasure, his groin bulging.

The gunzerker flexed some more, though he hesitated when he watched his fingernails start to grow out longer and thicker, curving slightly, sinking into his finger and becoming claws. His fingers began to grow thicker and longer as well, his palms meaty and wide. Ivan looked at one in drunken confusion, wondering what was going on... and why his hand looked so sexy. He moved it up to pet his sideburns, feeling his face through new hands, all the while missing other changes sweeping through his body.

Ivan's fauxhawk was the next to change, the brown hair growing out longer from the crest of his head, growing long and unruly, blowing and swaying in the hot ashen wind. His fauxhawk even started to grow down the back of his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt... a shirt that was growing very tight all over. Ivan's reverie in the pleasure of his change was interrupted as he realized he was losing the ability to breathe. His ammo belts were getting tight, very tight.

The transforming gunzerker reached down to unclip one belt, then the other, watching them pop off as his pectorals inflated and his stomach hardened into a washboard. He reached down with clawed hands and tore his shirt open, a split right down the front. A firm eight pack of abs emerged beneath the cloth, though as he watched the muscles split and expanded to a ten pack, then a twelve... and the uppermost two were growing larger than all the others. Ivan looked down at his chest in confusion, wondering what was going on.

He reached out and grabbed onto the rock face, trying to use it to pull himself up, but as he clutched at the rock his claws cut through it. He looked at the rock he clutched in his hand and grunted before tossing it aside, trying again. He used the meat of his fingers to pull himself up to his feet, though he started to wobble. He felt dizzy and top heavy, barely able to stand. His arms ached and throbbed more as they started growing longer, but that wasn't the only part of him changing.

Ivan let out a roar of surprise as his ribs began to shift and tilt, his skin squirming and moving around. He doubled over, panting hard as everything rearranged. It felt like something was inside of him, trying to get out... and then it did. Two tiny fists pushed out beneath his arms, wriggling as new bones formed. The new arms stretched out through his skin, flexing as the new hands tried out new claws. An elbow formed on each lower arm before more and more filled in. Ivan lifted his head to the heavens and screamed again as his spine stretched out more.

The large upper abdominal muscles proved to be a second set of pectorals, the chest muscles rounding and firming with ease as his second set of arms filled out. Ivan's torso stretched to accommodate the extra mass, taking him to six foot six, then seven feet, then almost seven and a half feet in height. His feet felt ill equipped to handle his upper body weight and he fell forward onto his huge upper hands, his lower arms still growing in. The biceps and triceps bulged, the forearms thickened, his lower hands stretched in every direction.

Ivan's clothing had been ill equipped for such changes. His shirt was a tattered rag held on by a few straps of accents. Even his grenade clip had tumbled to the ground. As his shirt caught on the wind and blew away, it was clear that the gunzerker's mane had grown all the way down his spine to his waist. Four huge arms extended from his sides, but they were not to be outdone by his legs.

While anchored to the rock for support, Ivan felt his legs grow thicker and wider, his boots stretching and popping as white claws pushed through the fabric. His pants had torn and warped but still clung on... for the moment at least. Ivan looked down at himself, realizing that it was the machine that had done this to him, a machine that had to have some sort of answers. While he still had some coherent thought, Ivan picked up his SMG and his grenade clip and moved back into the gully.

With so much weight on his upper body, Ivan had to adjust how he walked. He used three of his arms to grab onto rocks as support, keeping him upright, loping along. He moved up to the podium and looked at it, reaching out to start pulling at its many panels. There had to be some sort of antidote, something to help him... but he stopped when he looked into the lens and saw his reflection.

Gazing back at him from the teal lens was his own image, mirrored back... but it wasn't one that he recognized. His brown mutton chops had grown thicker and turned gray, becoming wild fur... and a weird black seam had formed over his lower lip and jaw, running all the way back to his throat. Ivan moved his tongue down gently, but as he did he felt his jaw start to split open. Like two tongs, his jaw parted, revealing separated teeth plates. Several bicuspids and even molars were stretching into fangs. The two tong jaws shuddered before thick saliva dripped down from the compound mouth.

"Nuhhhhhh!" Ivan grunted, unable to form words. He screamed in rage and started to bash the machine with his four huge fists, though the pain in his head soon grew too great. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling his eyes pulse like they were going to burst. The pain was blinding, searing into his very skull. It took almost two minutes for it to fade. When Ivan felt coherent enough to try, he opened his eyes. They were watery, hot, aching... and he had four of them. A second set of silver eyes had opened up just a bit above and to the side of his originals. His forehead had shifted to accommodate them, his skin growing tougher... just like a Bullymong. Ivan groaned, feeling his changes slowing. His skin was hardening, taking on the feeling of a more leathery hide. It was also darkening, taking on the colors of the bedrock around him.

Ivan knew he had lost his humanity. He looked like a bullymong wearing pants and having delusions of being human... but there was one part of his humanity he had to see, one part he had to check. He reached down, carefully using his claw to hook into his zipper, drawing it down. A thick bush of gray bullymong fur escape, but then Ivan saw something he hadn't expected... the thick, veiny curve of a dark rocky gray cock. Ivan had expected his cock to still be there, but it had to be huge. It was as thick as his wrist... and he had a very large wrist now.

The transforming gunzerker reached down with one hand to fish out his cock. The thick meat flopped out, revealing a blunt, flat, flared head. It was brutal, wide, merciless... and his. Ivan was terrified at being turned into something else, but the sight of his cock was too good. He curled his clawed fingers around his member and started to stroke himself off, sliding his hand up and down. As he squeezed and thrust, his cock started to grow. Several inches spilled out past the edge of his hand. As his cock reached a foot and a half in length, he added another hand... but his cock still continued to grow.

Ivan moaned, using his upper right arm and his lower left arm to jack off, watching as inch after inch of black veined bullymong cock erupted from his groin. As he reached almost three feet, he added his other right hand to the fold, tilting his head back and drooling. It felt good, inhumanly good. He thrust his hips into his three hands, using his fourth to dig into his pants, finding his balls. They were massive, far more gigantic than before... and as he juggled them around his fingers, he guessed that he had at least four balls, if not six... The thought was rather pleasant to him... so much so that when he heard a voice, he barely paid attention.

"Congratulations! You have successfully completed the transition into Hyperion's brand new, low cost soldier! Your physical dexterity has been improved many fold... with only a slight detriment to your mental abilities. For your efforts you will be given a most generous food stipend. Now, prepare yourself warrior, to battle the enemies of Hyperion... and remember, nothing goes better with four arms than four Hyperion assault riffles and an unchecked condition for rage." The podium announced before it retracted into the ground.

Ivan looked down at his four arms and then thought briefly of his past life as a gunzerker. Four arms would have been amazing. The sheer number of people he could lay waste to would have been at least double... but something felt different. Ivan didn't want to use his guns; he wanted to use his body... His amazing, sexy body. Ivan turned and lifted up onto his hands and feet, crawling along the gully. As he moved, his pants stretched and tore before falling to the ground. It was a naked bullymong that left the gully, his three foot cock swaying between his legs, his musky scent carrying on the wind. ****

Grunts echoed in the deep crevice as the Bullymong moved around. Their interest in the outrunner that had fallen into their home was waning, kept in their focus only in that each male wanted to dominate the others by having the best toys. The burned out metal frame sat in a corner but the beasts tugged at the tires, stretching them out more and more. Even the hubcaps had been used, a brat bullymong gnawing on the metal as his adult fangs came in. It would have been just another normal day for the beasts... if a looming shadow hadn't cast down across them.

Ivan's entrance was sudden as he landed on the outrunner frame. The other bullymong howled as they turned to face him, but Ivan stood his ground. He stretched tall and beat his chest with four fists before he stepped back, lifted the outrunner and threw it. The other beasts scattered to avoid the flying debris... all but one. A darker bullymong gazed back at Ivan, snarling and growling, saliva spraying towards him.

"At lass... a chawwange..." Ivan murmured with a grin. He pushed down and then jumped, just as the black bullymong did. The two impacted in mid air and toppled to the ground. The beast punched Ivan in the ribs a few times and Ivan pushed back, but he wasn't interested in beating the alpha to a pulp. He wanted something more. As the two wrestled, Ivan sniffed at the black mong's groin, inhaling the musky scent. He grabbed the beast by the hip and tossed him before coming up from behind.

Sensing what was coming; the black bullymong rolled over onto his back and kicked Ivan in the chest. Ivan stumbled back, coughing, the wind knocked out of his lungs... but it seemed that he liked it rough. His three foot long, flat bullymong cock lifted up from his groin, his fire melon sized balls swaying beneath him. The black bullymong grunted, wanting to escape his fate. He gave up fighting and turned to run; clawing at the rock walls, starting to climb... but Ivan was too fast.

Ivan lunged, grabbing the alpha by the leg. He pulled the beast down, slamming him onto the ground before he moved to mount him. He soon found the bullymong's ass, grinding against his posterior before he thrust in. The tight muscles gripped and pushed at Ivan, trying to keep him out, but Ivan was not to be bested. He wrapped his arms around the mong's ribs, holding him there. Ivan nuzzled the beast's thick mane, starting to slide his hips in and out, faster and harder.

The huge, thick mong cock was sensitive despite being tough, sending Ivan massive amounts of pleasure. Ivan thrust relentlessly into the alpha's ass, and even as much as the black mong wanted to fight it, he couldn't. Soon he was grunting and moaning like a bitch in heat, pushing back, loving every moment. The sounds of sex had caused the other bullymong that had fled to slowly creep back. Some peered around corners, others watched from their perches. Even more silver eyes gazed out from the wall sphincters the Bullymong called home.

The clan all watched as their alpha was bested by the outsider, but soon they all started to move toward one another. Male, female, it didn't matter. The bullymong soon started to mate, the sounds of sex filling the crevice. It only inspired Ivan more. He knew he was doing more than getting a good lay. He was becoming the alpha, the leader, the king mong. He licked his lips at the thought and fucked his mate even harder.

The black bullymong howled beneath Ivan, unable to take anymore. The beast shuddered and let out a thick yellowish orange load of bullymong sperm all over the rock beneath him, the liquid slowly sloshing down into the gravel below. The orgasm caused his ass to quiver around Ivan; making it easier for him to cum. Ivan lifted his head and let out a bestial roar that echoed into the far distance as he felt his orgasm creep up.

It started like a rumbling in his balls, the massive organs sending fluids to mix with those from his three prostates, everything coming together in perfect harmony before his huge cock pulsed and throbbed. The flood that came next sprayed into the black mong like a fire hose. Ivan held himself in place for several long moments, giving his guts a good spray, but Ivan wanted to make his kingship complete.

The newly transformed Bullymong pulled his massive tool out of the black mong, still spraying his seed. He shot several ropes into the mane of the mong he had mated, marking him with his seed before he walked around the beast, rubbing the head of his shaft across his face. The mong whimpered and growled in lust before his split jaw flared wide and he thrust his head forward. Ivan grunted as two feet of his three foot cock plunged down a hot, quivering throat without any issue. The rest of the cock was tickled and licked by the mong's mouth.

Ivan sprayed down the mong's throat, sliding back and forth, drooling in delight. He hadn't realized that anything could feel quite so good... and if his body had gained as much Bullymong physiology as it appeared to have gained, there was every change he could live off the land as they did... He didn't have any need for bullets or grenades, just his muscles and his cock. Life could be very good... Ivan finished cumming, pulling his dripping cock out of his mate's mouth. As the king mong stood there, admiring his shaft, several others ran over, moving to lick and lap at his cock in subservience. Ivan reached out to pet their heads, moaning in delight.

The former gunzerker was so wrapped up in his pleasure that he hadn't noticed the echo strapped to his belt, the last element of his human clothing, had started to flash with a file update. The Hyperion database accessed the echo unit for one last scan of Ivan's health statistics before updating the network... and the nearest echo several hundred meters away. A pair of green eyes were gazing through the scope of his trusty Atlas sniper rifle, watching the rare Bullymong mating ritual... but as the echo network was updated, so was the targeting credentials.

The leader Bullymong was now haled as 'Ivan the Terrible'. The flashing skull icon next to his name indicated that he was a threat well beyond the sniper's means. Lakota was a man of many talents, but he wasn't ready to take on a Bullymong worthy of a unique name. He knew how far they could jump. Even if he took down Ivan the terrible, he'd have the entire rest of the clan making their way to him before he could drop the first.

The man lowered his sniper rifle and ducked back down past the rock outcropping, heading back toward his outrunner. His combat boots crunched over the inactive yellow and black shells of several Hyperion loaders, including the caution striped exploding loaders that had been cut down before they had a chance to erupt. Lakota ran a hand across his short buzzed sun bleached hair as he hopped into his Outrunner. The vehicle sprung to life, the headlights snapping on as the vehicle rolled out.

Back in the crevice, Ivan beat his chest again in pride. He never had felt better. He was an alpha, a king, a master of a clan. He was a physical beast and a mental hero... He was the king bullymong of the blight and the blight was his. He grunted gently before he collapsed onto his sticky, cum soaked mate, cuddling down for a nap. One by one, as the other mong expended their seed, they too collapsed into a muscled, furry masculine heap of sex and conquest... just as they always had. It seemed there might have been some rest for the wicked after all.